The Regressor Only Protects Me [EN]: Chapter 96

Deep dawn. The sky was just beginning to lighten.

No one there knew the exact time.

The advance team of Doan, gathered by the riverbank, moved stealthily.

Kim Jung-eun, gazing at the Bisan-dong apartment complex, muttered.

It wasn’t meant for anyone to hear.

“War is about stealth. You just quietly sneak up and stab them in the back of the head. Kim Il-sung started the war that way, didn’t he? And he succeeded. Surprise attacks are always right. Alright, begin.”

Doan’s 6,000-strong Pamian apartment assault team.

They cautiously crossed the Anyangcheon stream.

They raised their shields to avoid Mangyeong’s bolts [arrows]. And in their other hands, they held spears, swords, and slingshots to mercilessly kill Mangyeong’s soldiers.

The sound of the warriors splashing through the water was terrifying.

The crossing wasn’t difficult.

The Anyangcheon was less than 50cm deep.

Even as the warriors crossed the river, Mangyeong remained silent.

Not a single light could be found in the dark apartment complex.

It was then that the warriors began to realize something was wrong.

It felt like walking into the jaws of a crocodile.

Even a fool could sense it.

But Kim Jung-eun didn’t stop.

Once Doan’s warriors had mostly crossed the river, Kim Jung-eun ordered.

“Disperse.”

Deep night, apartment wall.

Doan’s advance team scattered at their leader’s command.

Kim Jung-eun felt a thrill run through his body as he watched them disperse.

‘…Ah. Amazing.’

Thousands of people scattered at his single word.

It was the power he wielded.

In fact, Kim Jung-eun had volunteered for the dangerous advance team all to enjoy this power.

‘This is the life…!’

And Kim Jung-eun hoped to succeed in this assault and become Park Ji-soo’s closest aide.

The benefits of being Park Ji-soo’s closest aide were on a different level.

At least five slaves would be assigned, and monthly rations would be received.

He would also receive his own territory and building, where he could reign as an absolute ruler.

“Haa… Hooo….”

The apocalypse.

It meant the end of humanity, but on the other hand, it also meant a new world. A world where the old laws and order had disappeared and new rules governed.

Kim Jung-eun was captivated by the pleasure that world offered.

So he had to win this battle at all costs.

They moved slowly.

Crouching low like hyenas, they approached the nest, stalking their prey.

But Mangyeong’s lord, Kang Si-on, was looking down on them from the apartment rooftop.

Like an eagle.

* * *

Unit 208, first-floor lobby.

A group of warriors, weapons in hand, rushed towards Unit 208.

The lobby entrance was blocked with iron chains and miscellaneous furniture.

The leader, a man, took the lead, followed by twenty others.

The leader examined the chains and said.

“Give me the hammer. The hammer.”

Then a woman wearing a mask next to him handed him the tool hammer she was holding.

The leader began to break the chains and the lobby’s glass doors with the hammer.

Clang! Clang! Shatter-.

Soon the flimsy barricade collapsed, and the warriors entered the apartment.

The masked woman was about to follow him inside when she noticed a long-haired man picking up the broken chains and putting them in his bag.

The woman asked him.

“Hey, what are you doing? Hurry up and go in.”

“…Just grabbing this. Go ahead.”

“What are you going to use the chains for? They’re just heavy.”

“….”

The long-haired man put the chains in his bag and glanced at her.

Then he said expressionlessly.

“Slave collars. Thought I might need them. Why, want me to grab one for you too?”

“….”

Instantly, she felt goosebumps all over her body.

The long-haired man stared at her expression and rolled his tongue in his mouth.

Then he said in a low tone.

“…What? That look. Makes me feel bad.”

“…No.”

“…Get lost. You’re in the way.”

“…Okay.”

After the conversation, the masked woman headed towards the apartment lobby where the group of warriors had infiltrated.

At that moment, a piercing scream came from inside the apartment.

“Kyaaaaaaak-! Uwaaaaaaak!”

“Puhahaha! Got one! Got one!”

“Hey, Kim! I caught this bitch hiding first!”

“She’s mine. You Xbal [son of a bitch]. Get lost?”

A woman from Mangyeong was being dragged out, surrounded by several warriors, her hair being pulled.

Other warriors watching the scene muttered.

“Qu, quickly grab one… or they’ll take them all.”

“I want a slave too. Give me a slave. Fresh… a young man! Haa…!”

“Hey! Let’s go!”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The warriors brushed past the masked woman, running into the apartment.

The long-haired man, who had been collecting the chains, also grabbed an ax and ran inside after them.

The masked woman looked around the complex once, then turned her head and walked towards where her comrades had gone.

Her heart was pounding like crazy. The inside of the apartment was pitch black, and strange screams could be heard from all directions.

They were called screams, but in the end, they were sounds made by humans.

The masked woman entered the lobby floor and slowly moved to the stairwell.

1st floor. Unit 1001, Unit 1002.

Many warriors were running around there, looting.

Some were looking for people, that is, slaves, but many were also collecting necessary items.

“….”

Her heart pounded wildly.

The masked woman gripped the pliers (tool) she was holding tightly in both hands and opened the half-open door of Unit 1001.

Creak….

Inside the dark home.

Dozens of warriors were rummaging through the house, stuffing daily necessities into their bags.

They took whatever they thought they needed.

The masked woman slowly surveyed the inside of the room.

A middle-aged warrior could be seen through the crack in the small room’s door. He took out underwear from the drawer and sniffed it.

Soon, he glanced around and stuffed the underwear into his inside pocket.

Those who entered the bathroom looked inside the shampoo bottles that were scattered around, or put the towels with dirt on them into their bags without missing a single one.

When she opened the master bedroom door, a slightly different scene unfolded.

The warriors were going back and forth across the queen-sized bed, collecting things, and next to them was a corpse hanging from the curtain rod with a tie around its neck. It had been dead for so long that it was now a skeleton.

The sight of the corpse was gruesome, but the warriors didn’t care and even searched the skeleton’s pockets.

One of them jingled the Benz car keys from his pocket and grinned.

“Oh… Benz. Looks like this bastard was well-off.”

“Hey, there’s a Rolex watch here. Here. There’s demand for these. The time is accurate.”

“Haha. These Xbal [son of a bitch] bitches. They stashed emergency money under the mattress. Hey! There’s a wad of cash here.”

“What are you going to use cash for? Just take what you need.”

“Ugh….”

The masked woman barely managed to hold back her nausea and came out of the master bedroom.

And walked.

Aimlessly, through the Doan warriors who were running around wildly.

2nd-floor stairwell, 3rd floor, 3rd-floor stairwell, 4th floor.

No one there.

It was as quiet as a mouse. Strangely so.

Even though the Doan warriors had come to fight, they were now blinded by their immediate desires and began to run wild like crazy.

‘Ugh…!’

Wobbling as she walked.

Almost falling, then walking again.

Her vision was blurry, and she kept feeling nauseous.

The masked woman had already reached the 5th floor.

5th-floor stairwell.

There, four warriors were unlocking the chains on the stairwell door.

The masked woman walked towards them without purpose.

Clang, thud! Clang, clang!

The warriors hammered hard at the chains, and soon the chains were broken.

Clatter!

“Good! Let’s go quickly.”

“Mangyeong X [son of a bitch] bastards. Are they all scared? Where did they go? I was going to taste some blood for the first time in a while.”

“Ah… please, just one slave.”

Creak….

The 5th-floor stairwell door leading to the 6th floor slowly opened.

* * *

The Mangyeong soldiers who had been guarding this barricade for over 2 hours remained silent.

Holding their breath, they listened to the sounds of the enemies rushing up from the lower floors.

Thud thud… rustle rustle… thump thump… clang… bang bang….

The Mangyeong soldiers aimed their crossbows from inside the barricade, waiting for the enemies to approach.

It was a nerve-wracking wait.

Death was approaching them. The fear that they now had to aim their weapons at real enemies gripped their bodies.

Most of the Mangyeong soldiers had no combat experience.

Those with combat experience were soldiers belonging to the elite unit. They were the soldiers who had launched the coup with Kang Si-on and were now assigned to Choi Myung-joon.

They had no combat experience at all, but now the soldiers had to fight.

The enemies they had to fight were not only the Doan warriors. They also had to fight against the fear and terror that was engulfing them.

“….”

“….”

The sound of swallowing saliva.

The enemies’ footsteps were getting closer and closer.

They soon gathered in front of the iron stairwell door and were banging and breaking the chains.

The soldiers gripped their crossbows tightly.

Soon a sound was heard.

Clatter!

The sound of chains breaking.

The 5th-floor stairwell door leading to the 6th floor slowly opened.

At the same time, the figures of Doan warriors with tools and knives appeared.

The groups faced each other for exactly 3 seconds.

They were silent for 3 seconds.

It was 3 seconds that felt like 3 hours.

After those 3 seconds, the silence was soon replaced by screams and shouts.

“Euryaaaaaaaah-!!!”

“Aaaaaaaaah-!!!”

“Iyaaaaaaaaah-!!!”

The Doan warriors rushed at the soldiers.

* * *

The stairwell is narrow.

Only two adults can barely stand there.

Kang Si-on used these characteristics of the stairwell to devise a defensive position.

First, they piled up the remnants of furniture and tied the passages together with electrical wires to obstruct the path.

Second, they placed spears made of long poles facing forward and tied each one with electrical wire to prepare for the enemies’ charge.

Third, they blocked the floor itself with large furniture behind the spears to build a small ‘wall’.

Archers with crossbows and bows prepared to fire, climbing onto the small wall.

In this way, a total of 17 Mangyeong defensive positions were prepared from the 5th floor to the 22nd floor in one apartment building.

“Uwaaaaak…!”

“Cough…!”

“Cough…! Ugh…!”

The Mangyeong soldiers mercilessly poured bolts at the warriors entering here.

The bodies of the warriors who died from the arrows piled up one by one in front of the first obstacle installed in the passage.

This is the fourth obstacle.

Their bodies naturally become barricades.

A warrior rushing towards the stairwell must cross the bodies of his comrades, cross the remnant obstacles, cross the pole spears, cross the furniture wall, and kill the Mangyeong soldiers guarding this place to break through ‘one floor’.

A perfect creation devised by Kang Si-on.

In front of that creation, the Doan warriors died one after another.

“Xbal [son of a bitch]…! Xbal [son of a bitch]…!”

“Pull back for now! Find a place to bypass!”

“Despicable bastards…!”

The masked woman also fell on the pile of corpses with a bolt stuck in the center of her forehead.

The long-haired man, who had bothered to collect the chains, was the same.

Seeing the bodies of their comrades piling up one by one, the warriors retreated.

But there is no space to bypass.

This is an apartment.

They had to use the elevator or the stairs to go up.

The elevator was unlikely to work, and Si-on had already dropped the elevator to the 2nd basement floor.

Besides, they couldn’t climb through the windows, and the stairs were their only breakthrough.

It was impossible to know how many sacrifices would have to be made to break through that breakthrough.

As time went on, Doan’s situation worsened.

Bolts poured down on the warriors who had entered the apartment.

Dozens of warriors died at once.

The one who felt the most despair was the leader of this expedition, Kim Jung.

He could only watch his subordinates die miserably through the 5th-floor window.

The screams and shouts gradually began to decrease.

Kim Jung, watching that, turned pale and muttered.

“…Xbal [son of a bitch].”

A subordinate ran towards Kim Jung, who was muttering.

Then he said urgently.

“Wh, what should we do! Order… order…!”

But the commander, who was already in a panic, couldn’t say anything.

He just looked at the subordinate who had come to him and knelt down, muttering.

“…I don’t know.”

* * *

Screams and shouts were echoing throughout the complex.

The only one who was laughing while watching the massacre was one person.

Kang Si-on, standing precariously on the apartment rooftop railing, was watching the first battle. He then raised the corners of his mouth.

The subordinate next to the lord felt goosebumps at that moment as he looked at him.

Because Kang Si-on had the face of a devil.

(To be continued in the next episode)